my first late night in a while,
I feel like I should extort it
for what it's worth...
the girlfriend's asleep,
the roommate's asleep,
and I'm hiding somewhere between
I really miss the sunrises
when I'm on my own free time
and not at work,
I really miss a lot of things that
I've been living without, as of lately
I miss the late night/early morning
creative binges
that felt so full of purpose
all of my free time, nowadays
isn't quite free time at all,
I guess it's a sad sacrifice
for physical comfort and stability
at the cost of individuality
and sanity
it's hard to accept that I'll
never be the kid that I once was,
it's hard to accept being just
a number in an infinite line of numbers
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